Yesterday while Wyatt was at work and I was doing pilates, (and thus, bending over backwards, sideways, etc.) I happened to see a spider web in the corner of our living room. This disturbed me a little bit, since we haven’t seen any spiders in a while. Yet, I know that our main spider enemy, the recluses, don’t make webs anyway.
Still, it didn’t make me happy.
So, my spider-spying skills, which I told you were on high alert, I immediately saw this little visitor in the very highest spot he could be.
So, since he was so high, as high as he could possibly be, I couldn’t reach him, even if I stood on the chair. So I decided I’d just keep an eye on him, watch to see if he moved, and hope Wyatt would find a way to kill him when he got home from work.
But, somewhere in the time between when I started eating lunch and when I got up to take my stuff to the sink, he disappeared. Crap. That meant I had “cause” to freak out.
See, I was fine when I knew where he was. But when he’s “loose” in my apartment, I get a little creeped out.
This went on for a few hours. I kept cautiously scanning the walls and ceilings until…
So naturally, I got a paper towel to kill it. And also naturally, I had to give myself a pep talk before I had the courage to actually squish him.